Lace-like Butterflys

Blah, blah and blah.  “Why a lame butterfly girl?”

“Get out of my head you beautiful creatures.  I must create them.”

As a motivated artist, I sometimes think of ideas in the weirdest places, my most wonderful ideas occur right before I lay down for my daily nap time.  I have a strong urge to start an art project done before I forget it.

In some ways, it is like an attic that is there with all the tools and I can turn on the light to play with them.  I’m getting to notice that taking drawing lessons and plowing through art books is paying off.

My college education did teach me art theory and I was assigned to very challenging assignments.  The problem then and still have now is that I never had a formal instruction period.  Like throw me in the freakin’ cold water and try to swim ashore.  People in my classes did break down in tears because they couldn’t or wouldn’t like constructive criticism.

Grading art is so freakin’ weird and it took me years to try to change to make the instructor and other students happy.  Reaching my “attic” moments, I had insomnia and would do most art work in the beautiful silence of the 3:00 a.m. wake session.  To tell you the truth, I like being alone and not to show other people my art work.  The judgment makes me tremble thinking about it.

Here is a butterfly I drew in about an hour.  My aunt wanted me to color it so I made three copies for her to enjoy.  Replying with a comment would make me smile.

Take care and oceans of love.